Her smile was shaped like other smiles — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Her smile was shaped like other smiles -- The Dimples ran along -- And still it hurt you, as some ...
Her smile was shaped like other smiles -- The Dimples ran along -- And still it hurt you, as some ...
Her sovereign People Nature knows as well And is as fond of signifying As if fallible -- (Emily Dickinson)
Her spirit rose to such a height Her countenance it did inflate Like one that fed on awe. More prudent ...
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead Came the Darker Way -- Carriages -- Be Sure -- and Guests -- ...
He went by sleep that drowsy route To the surmising Inn -- At day break to begin his race Or ...
Her final Summer was it -- And yet We guessed it not -- If tenderer industriousness Pervaded Her, We thought ...
Her Grace is all she has -- And that, so least displays -- One Art to recognize, must be, Another ...
Her little Parasol to lift And once to let it down Her whole Responsibility -- To imitate be Mine. A ...
He was weak, and I was strong -- then -- So He let me lead him in -- I was ...
He scanned it -- staggered -- Dropped the Loop To Past or Period -- Caught helpless at a sense as ...
He strained my faith -- Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust -- Did it then -- yield? ...
He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears -- Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of ...
He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast -- ...
He was my host -- he was my guest, I never to this day If I invited him could tell, ...
He is alive, this morning -- He is alive -- and awake -- Birds are resuming for Him -- Blossoms ...
He lived the Life of Ambush And went the way of Dusk And now against his subtle name There stands ...
He outstripped Time with but a Bout, He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of ...
He parts Himself -- like Leaves -- And then -- He closes up -- Then stands upon the Bonnet Of ...
He preached upon "Breadth" till it argued him narrow -- The Broad are too broad to define And of "Truth" ...
Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried -- And possibly a Church -- That were ...
He forgot -- and I -- remembered -- 'Twas an everyday affair -- Long ago as Christ and Peter -- ...
He fought like those Who've nought to lose -- Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life ...
He found my Being -- set it up -- Adjusted it to place -- Then carved his name -- upon ...
He gave away his Life -- To Us -- Gigantic Sum -- A trifle -- in his own esteem -- ...
Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity -- Inadequate -- were Life ...
Had I presumed to hope -- The loss had been to Me A Value -- for the Greatness' Sake -- ...
Had this one Day not been. Or could it cease to be How smitten, how superfluous, Were every other Day! ...
Had we known the Ton she bore We had helped the terror But she straighter walked for Freight So be ...
Had we our senses But perhaps 'tis well they're not at Home So intimate with Madness He's liable with them ...
Grief is a Mouse -- And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House -- And baffles quest -- ...
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